Daily Chores

With the depth of my fingers,
I trace lines of thoughts mid-air,
As my thought-police slides its tail
between the legs and escapes.
With the breadth of my fingers
I broaden the resonance of my words.
With the tip, I dig and clean.
With the strength of my fingers
I lift the empty bucket heavy with
Imagined mishappenings –
Out it goes through the window;
With the pain in my fingers,
I write happy verse of sadness.
With the force in my fingers,
I hit the dough and push through the crowd.
With my fingers, I do my daily chores,
And with its lightness, I glide.

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Alarm Clock

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Today’s word prompt/theme is animal, the poetry device is enjambment and the poetry form is concrete poetry. Thanks The Daily Post for yet another fun assignment. 🙂

To My Love

The day has gone; the night sings to me
On the sill I sit, patiently.

Moonface sucks her thumb – up any minute now
Yellow tresses of worrying stresses – holes with empty dancing laces.

Lover dear – my believer, my trust, my lone rock
On quivering lips laced with assuring knock
Voice dipped in tea, voiceless in sea,
Everlasting love, I write to thee.

Writing201:Poetry – DAY 2

I’m not someone who travels a lot or writes limerick for that instance. Hence, today’s challenge proved to be a tad bit difficult for me. But anyway, I tried writing my limerick about a 3 day journey where at the end of it, the narrator was awfully glad to be back home (and slept all day). 😀

Monday morning I packed my bag.
The next day spent in jet lag.
Traveller of night,
My Wednesday bright;
Tip-toed home and slept on my rag.